My Penis Piercing Journey

My wife suddenly agreed to let me get her cock pierced (I suspect watching a few of Thumper’s videos played a part, so thank you Thumper). She was pretty adamant about saying no before, so I’m not exactly sure what flipped the switch, but I’m thrilled she changed her mind. This means I can order my PA fixer along with my Steelheart next week. But enough of that… Anyway, yesterday we went out to try some new gear on me and, true to form for everything in our lives, it got a bit complicated. There are only three spots where they do the piercing, and there’s one I’ll never go back to. The place I liked was open around 4 PM, but the piercer hadn’t arrived yet. So we ducked into a nearby pub so I could have a little liquid courage—just enough, not too much. An hour later, we went back in and spoke with the owner, who told us his wife, who is the piercer, doesn’t actually do genital piercings; she just dislikes them. However, she recommended another spot an hour away. I was about to give up at that point when one of the tattoo artists mentioned there’s a new place down the road and he knew their piercer well, so off we went again. We arrived around 5:30 PM, but once more, the piercer wasn’t in yet; she was expected back by 8 PM. So we headed to another bar for some sushi and a few more drinks. When we got back at 8 PM, he finally showed up about twenty minutes later. Ready to go now? Not quite. I wanted a 10g size, but the jewelry available came in only 14g or 6g. There was no way I was going with a 14g, so it had to be 6g. But wait again—he only had 8g needles.

Long story short, they pierced me with an 8g needle first, then used a gauge tool to stretch the hole just enough for the 6g jewelry. Now I’m rocking a brand new shiny 6g captive bead ring on my cock tip and loving it! It definitely hurt a little bit.